"Fatty." Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

The fat man nodded repeatedly as he walked, "Say the doctor, I'm listening."

"After you go back, you tell them what happened today."

The fat man blinked, "How do you say?"

"Tell the truth." Jiang Cheng said: "Be more specific."

"Then the doctor, just talk to them directly." The fat man said embarrassedly, "Doctor, you know my brain is stupid, I'm afraid I can't explain some things."

Jiang Cheng sighed, and complained in a rather dissatisfied tone: "If I say someone believes, I still need you?"

The facts were almost the same as Jiang Cheng expected.

No, it's not about the same, it's worse than he expected.

Fatty sat at the table, everyone gathered in a circle, but strangely, everyone listened to the fatty's narration in their ears, but their eyes were staring at Jiang Cheng, and their eyes were full of suspiciousness.

Until Jiang Cheng consciously stepped back a few steps away from the crowd, everyone immediately stretched their brows, and suddenly felt that what the fat man said was much more credible.

"So this week, the housekeeper later sneaked into the Yellow Mansion. He is the father of the dead woman and wants to avenge her?" You Qi asked in surprise.

Zuo Jing glanced at him, and added: "It's not just revenge, but to revive her with sorcery."

They have now understood that the human skin drum and the midnight scene are all made by Zhou Guanjia and others, with the purpose of giving ghosts a chance to kill people.

Thus finally resurrected her daughter.

"But how did they do it?" You Qi looked around suspiciously, and said, "Master Huang can save such a large family business, he wouldn't be a fool who is easily manipulated."

"It was written through Young Master Huang." An Xuan calmly said, "Master Huang thought very much after Young Master Huang died. I think the housekeeper Zhou must have revealed to Master Huang that he has a way to revive Young Master Huang. The reason why Master Huang pretended to be Young Master Huang was because they were bewitched by them."

There is no doubt that this is the most plausible explanation.

"How long do we have?" Xia Meng asked a key question.

"I don't know." The fat man spread out his hands as he did before Jiang Cheng, "The book says that there are 4 days left, but I don't think it is like that, at most..." He stretched out two fingers, shaking Liehuang said: "Two nights."

"Is there a record in the book how to deal with this ghost?" Although it is clear that this question is unlikely to have an answer, An Xuan still asked.

"no."

"Prevent the ceremony." Chen Qiang suddenly said: "I mean if we all refuse to participate in the next play, will it... this ceremony will be interrupted."

"But it is also possible that some kind of accident may be encountered because of violating the rules." Jiang Cheng said naturally.

Before the words fell, everyone didn't think that Tang Shirou looked like when she died. She is the best example.

"Ghost... shouldn't do anything to anyone who violates the rules." You Qi also echoed Chen Qiang's words, "If all of us..."

"Who will be the first?" Lifting his head, An Xuan asked the most critical question. His eyes were very calm, but it gave people a strong sense of oppression, and You Qi stopped talking immediately.

Time is precious and cannot be wasted on such meaningless issues.

"What is your opinion, Mr. Hao?" An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng.

Zuo Jing's gaze was also focused on Jiang Cheng's face. No one believed that this fat man could get back that kind of information. It was all his credit.

Maybe... he still hides clues that everyone doesn't know.

"I think we should go see that painting first." Jiang Cheng suggested.

The painting was hidden by a red cloth, and the crimson color made An Xuan and Zuo Jing feel very uncomfortable, as if it were a crimson flag floating in front of them.

Standing in front of the painting hidden by the red cloth, You Qi looked very cramped, because he hung up the red cloth. There is a saying in his hometown that the red cloth...can ward off evil spirits.

Some old mirrors or old paintings that have been in the old days are long-lasting, and they have grown out of them. They should be covered with red cloth when they are not in use, which can help the family avoid disasters.

But before entering the nightmare, You Qi, the five big and thick man, didn't believe this, but now, he couldn't help but not be superstitious. After all, he already knew that ghosts existed and were more terrifying than he thought.

"Who did it?" Xia Meng asked knowingly, "Go and get it yourself."

You Qi swallowed, seemingly wanting to explain, but after seeing other people's eyes, he closed his mouth wisely. With a clever idea, he went outside to pick up a wooden stick, and then picked the red cloth off.

At the moment the red cloth fell, Zuo Jing, who was the closest, couldn't help taking a breath.

The painting... changed.

The woman in the painting has completely turned her face around, and the face that originally laughed at Yan Yan suddenly changed.

The woman in the painting now smiles very strangely, her eyes are cold, and her eyebrows are exaggeratedly raised, just like those paper figures with eyebrows and eyes.

really......

There is not much time left.

The background of the painting also changed again, and the details gradually increased. There was a scarlet full moon hanging on the horizon, and the attic under the moonlight was very gloomy. A paper man was riding on the drum, beating the human skin drum.

Across the painting, you can feel the slightest chill, seeping out from the front.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, and the dead face of the middle-aged woman appeared at the door.

She just stood outside the door and did not come in.

It may be because they have already learned about the insider relationship, so everyone is more and more respectful of middle-aged women. These strange behaviors are probably all actors in Zhou's troupe.

They took advantage of Master Huang's madness, completely controlled the upper and lower Huang Mansion, and completely raised Master Huang.

"Master asked me to inform you that at three shifts tonight, I will come to the lake to sing with the young master with the sound of drums." The middle-aged woman glanced over everyone, and said in a gloomy tone: "Tonight's play is called-picking up."

The woman turned around ~lightnovelpub.net~ and picked up a branch from the outside, and then cut it off with her nails. The sharpness of her nails was beyond imagination, like sharp blades.

"The rule is that in the process of receiving the family, no matter what you see or hear, you can't make any noise." The woman said: "Until the end of the scene."

"Each population contains a section, and it can be taken out after it is over." The woman raised her hand, holding a small pile of truncated branches in her hand.

The nearest You Qi walked up reluctantly and took over the pile of branches.

"Hehehe." The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed in a low voice unconsciously, and You Qi shuddered in fright when he heard the sound, and the branch almost fell to the ground.

"Then you will assign it yourself." The middle-aged woman turned and left after speaking.

"This...what's the situation?" Shaking his hands, You Qi exclaimed. He stared at his hand firmly, then raised his head and looked at everyone present with fear.

At this moment, everyone has one in their hands.

And his hand... quietly placed two.